ChocolateFrog18

Scott paused, wide eyes locked on the mirror's surface and razor still half-raised to his face. Confusion coursed through him.

Slowly, he moved side to side, and... it followed.

It wasn't an illusion...?

The confusion turned quickly to concern as a frown creased his expression. Both hands dropped to grip the edges of the sink as he leaned in, squinting to get a better look.

There was a... halo hanging over his head. A blue halo!

"Man... What?" he muttered to himself. Instinctively, he felt like touching it. Had that always been there? He grumbled as his hand passed through without feeling any contact. He hadn't noticed this before...

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Scott was close to chewing a hole through his lip with anxiety as he stood outside the Think Barrel, waiting for his therapist to answer the door.

A strong breeze forced him to shiver and shrink a little into his jacket.

Jerry had been understandably concerned after Scott had expressed his urgent need for emergency therapy over the phone. The gamer hoped that his therapist would remember to stay calm once he was face to face with the weird shape currently hovering over him.

Now hunching his shoulders, he tucked his hands into his armpits and tried to pull the garment tighter around himself to get rid of the cold that was biting him. He tapped his foot out of impatience and out of a need to keep moving to stay warm.

A click click click sounded as the door was unlocked and swung open, with Jerry on the other side sporting a serious scowl. "So where's this shape that's been bothering you?"

Scott blinked, glancing upwards. He couldn't see it hanging over his head right now, but he knew it was there. He'd literally just seen it in his side mirror on his way out of the car.

"Do you not... see it...?" he asked stupidly. He was met with the raised eyebrow of his therapist.

"See what, Scott?"

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"Wait--- go back one..." Scott flung out his pointer finger to direct it at Jeb’s screen.

Jeb stopped flicking through his camera roll, and glanced sideways at the other man. His thumb swiped backwards. "This one?"

Scott nodded, moving in to peer at the image. He could see himself in the background, rummaging around a shelf. There was a suspicious smudge of blue hanging over his head, there...

"Is there something wrong with Terry's sweater?" Jeb queried, assuming Scott was staring at the arm of Terry's homemade sweater, and not himself in the background, just behind the vegan.

Scott moved away sheepishly. "Ah--- it's nothing! Just thought... I saw something..."

Jeb looked at him for a second, attempting to read what his friend was thinking about, but eventually turned his attention back to the small screen. "Well, anyways... I was thinking this one was pretty festive. Definitely the best one."

He skipped ahead and landed on a photo of the whole group, with Scott front and center, where Rex was looping his arm around his shoulders to drag him back with a grin. Scott in the image grinned ear to ear.

The man in question stared nervously at the photo, holding his tongue before he could mention to Jeb that a blue halo over his own head was covering half of Rex's face.

"Nice to get everyone in the Christmas photo for once," Jeb smiled.